diving in

“The sun is gone down,

And the moon’s in the sky

But the sun will come up,

And the moon be laid by.

The flower is asleep

But it is not dead,

When the morning shines,

It will lift its head.

When winter comes,

It will die- no, no;

It will only hide

From the frost and the snow.

Sure is the summer,

Sure is the sun;

The night and the winter

Are shadows that run.”

from At the Back of the North Wind by George Macdonald.

I am not the same person after reading that book.